Once upon a time, in FaerieRealm, there lived a tiny little elf called Winkle. She ran a shop where she sold all kinds of Magic Spells.

Winkle took great pride in her ability to find a spell for almost anything. From a spell to make horns grow on your head to a spell that would make your house flash blue and green; in her little shop, she stocked spells for everything.

One fine morning, Mr. Topsy-Turvy paid Winkle a visit.

‘Good morning Winkle,’ said Mr. Topsy-Turvy, walking up the steps on his hands.

‘Hello Mr. Topsy-Turvy. What can I do for you today?’ said Winkle, delighted. She loved the little upside down man.

‘I have come to ask for your help Winkle,’ said Mr. Topsy-Turvy. ‘You see, I have a Walnut tree in my garden that grows a lot of fine walnuts. But every night some naughty Goblins come along and pick all the walnuts off the tree. They leave nothing for the dear old squirrels that live in its trunk. I am afraid that the poor squirrels will have nothing to eat all winter.’

Winkle sat and scratched her chin for a moment. She so wanted to help Mr. Topsy-Turvy but how was she supposed to stop an army of wicked Goblins from stealing the poor tree’s walnuts?

She thought and thought and in the end hit upon an idea.

‘I know what we can do, Mr. Topsy-Turvy,’ said Winkle in great excitement. ‘I shall use a spell that will make the walnut shells as hard as the tree’s wood, then when the Goblins come to pick them, they will find they cannot eat them and will soon leave the walnuts alone. But the squirrels, with their sharp teeth will be able to break the shells open.’

‘That’s a fantastic idea Winkle,’ said Mr. Topsy-Turvy jumping up and down on his hands in his excitement. ‘Let’s go use the spell right away.’

So Winkle and Mr. Topsy-Turvy spent all night using the spell on every walnut on the tree. And when the Goblins came along to steal the walnuts, what a shock they got! They broke their teeth trying to bite into the wooden shell of the walnuts, and they howled in pain.

‘Serves you right,’ said Mr. Topsy-Turvy hidden behind a bush.

And since then, thanks to clever little Winkle, all walnuts have been shut up in wooden shells to stop the Goblins stealing them.

I really liked your post today. Not only bascuee of the message, but also bascuee it made me chuckle to remember Ms. Henry’s version of your Friday Night Talk . She could really put the fear in you before a play

Thanks so much Shar! Those are definitely some of my faoevitrs too. I just wish the lighting had been better, it was the flattest light I’ve ever seen and I didn’t have any of my lighting equipment with me in Utah so we had to make do I totally know what you mean, I just always have to remember there’s a light at the end of the tunnel and those easy day’s will get here someday maybe when I’m 85.